By the time we reached the estate, Johanne didn't hesitate for even a second.
Her feet moved with fierce purpose, each step loud against the gravel as she stormed toward the front gate like a bullet on a mission.
The guards stationed by the entrance tensed and immediately moved to block her path—but she didn't slow down.
Not even a glance.
She was burning with determination, her entire body radiating frustration and raw, anxious energy.
The only thing on her mind now… was Tris.
Just then, a voice barked from within the estate, sharp and commanding.
"What is going on here?"
The doors opened, and a man stepped out, his figure casting a long shadow on the ground.
He had a wide frame, the kind that came with years of indulgence, and his stomach pushed against the hem of his ornate coat.
His mustache was thick and perfectly groomed, sitting above lips twisted into a familiar, arrogant sneer.
Even without anyone telling you, you'd know at a glance—he was a noble.
